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Tech N9ne
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Strange
作词:Quincy D Iii Jones, Aaron Yates
The strangest, straight derangest Strange (Strawn Jay) Strange Uh, Midwest side, hit that Bombay
Let's get it on, raps new phenomenon Hit 'em up with the flippers and rupture your dome Me calm down, never you say me song sound like butt You say, I'm washed up? Nigga, what, what, what?
This is when I kick, kick it with this rhythmic syphilis Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make 'em go blind every time On that cannabis and it is not for the mini mind But the mind of a gage high
On stage 'cause minimum wage had me in a maximum rage Page masta scrap, the velosoraptor of rap See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini Please, all emcees know I be on my Q's and P's
Even Run D.M.C., I'm a deadly disease High voltage, just take a look at the psychosis Deranged, I claimed the man's plain atrocious Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin My killer flow makes me jerk my Johnson
He's strange and I like it He's strange (All day all night) Just the way he is (Uh, like this)
Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina (Wassup?) Why you so damn psycho? (Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby) (Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)
Mushroom headed keeps me prophetic But that slow motion makes me see life like a movie The Bombay brother with the ganja stick It'll get you stuck if you let
Calm me, but no calming Aron Dante Just call me the strange or strange Bombay Distinguishing the kcuf from tihs From hip hop comes this
Apocalypse got control of your hips A, it's beautimous, hella rap metamorphosis MC corpsesis around me They found me jacuzzin' with my sorceresses
Fire up the Vega and get blowed And roll to a spot with Biancs Then bust hoes in their olds 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 So different they wanna kill me like they killed Bruce Lee
What? On the set, no shet Saw my Bianc with bagets Midwest flex flows, likes to sex those Little wet flesh holes, insane brain frames Never that plane Jane
He's strange and I like it He's strange (All day all night) Just the way he is (Uh, like this)
Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina (Wassup?) Why you so damn psycho? (Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby) (Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)
I can give myself a C-section With a rusty jagged weapon Bungee wit 100 feet of slack In front of my kids with no discretion
Strange days like Juliet Lewis And Angela Basset off in a casket Trippin with the 9 Get your mind blown like a head gasket
Mizzery's in the house for the '99 shot Futuristic ladies love me a whole whole lot When demons try to do me Jew They know they wicked
So I bust 'em if you ain't down with 3DQ Who be you? Nina Tech, respect, Midwest Side For life, grab a mic, and hurt you like a La' Bianca murder The sound lab got my microchip screwed
Ah shit, malfunction back words, this, kcuf, uoy, mub, now I'm cool Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane figures No shame aim triggas, lame brain splitters, vein slitter, gang critters Dame hitters, Wayne livers, narcotical strange nigga
He's strange and I like it He's strange (All day all night) Just the way he is (Uh, like this)
Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina (Wassup?) Why you so damn psycho? (Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby) (Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)
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